Only the nonreader fears books.
Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.
Fame is a funny thing, like a secret, both are hard to keep.
I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing.
We don't write what we know. We write what we wonder about.
Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.